Troutrace

Polluted waters Achievements of our fathers Nothing but a septic stream Left to our children to delight in Who once drank From the undefiled babbling brook Now mud covered is his face Forced to extinction By so called creature of god Using its intelligence That's turning into a foolness The waters of flowing stream Now smelling steel and concrete Awaken from the nightmare That's slowly turning into reality The waves grow higher And the stream is getting wilder Along the river Our journey goes on The winds blew strong And the trees resounded forlorn Boat floating further on every pull Oar on and on, forevermore We're closer than we ever thought The truth's lying here, somewhere so deep Increasing storm before our eyes We're about to enter in We must oar away And find the way Through the haze Get to the troutrace After all that we have done Before it's too late To nature's decay When the world is falling down on us We're shutting our eyes from it all When the world is praying us We turn our backs to it all No matter how high is your mountain How shiny are your stars When they are made of plast We must oar away And find the way Through the haze Get to the troutrace After all that we have done Before it's too late To nature's decay And when we arrived Nothing but a peaty stream Was all we saw Left to us to drown in